I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me (I Feed Her to the Beast, #1)

by Jamison Shea

That was the kind of power I didn’t know I wanted. To be undeniable.

Maybe two years from now, one of us would be cannibalizing her. We hated her as much as we loved her, because she had our dream caught between her perfect, pearly white teeth, dangled in front of our faces.

I didn’t see a world for me without my art in it, where I didn’t live this beauty and torment every single day.

No dead Joséphine with wide eyes turned toward the stars to haunt me.

did laure kill josephine?

The veneration seeped into the floors, up through the soles of my shoes. Veneration that also should have been Joséphine’s, that someone stole from her.

laure steals things...

Paris was beautiful in the ugliest way, and I only dreamed of being loved so unconditionally.

I fed her to the beast, and the beast was me, and the beast was within me.